Sometimes trauma is loud like a car or an aggressive dog coming out of nowhere, knocking us into previously unknown fears. Sometimes trauma slips into our bodies silently, like the long days alone when our people are mysteriously missing.

These moments can take hold in vulnerable parts of our bodies, blocking necessary movement and weakening one or another system. If we are lucky, we know or figure out why and we learn how to work through it before the trauma fractures inside us, spreading to other weakened systems.

Sometimes the work is too heavy or the movement is attempted too late and exhaustion takes hold and our wise bodies just want a chance to rest.

I'm grateful this creature doesn’t have to feel the pain anymore, as it took over his body. Definitely the saddest part is wanting one more moment for him to be able to be the spry confident dog I always knew and knowing we will never be there again.

Cheers to my road dog and my luck dragon, thanks for always watching my back. I’ll miss your too human eyes and your language and your tough tenderness.

To the dog of my life.

June 2009- May 2020